..Tribute To tHe Lover..
A poem to the loved one I picked his call I spoke to him Laughed for a lifetime Till tears begin to fall Could not stay away Not away from his love Confused and cornered Loved and pampered He picked me up Choosy and cranky Cuddled in his arms I stay calm and composed Love is something I feel Everytime I see him Close to his troubles I feel the pain of loosing him We argue for small things Too small to be forgotten For his love is overflowing Quick to forget Slower to doubt Calmer when asked to justify But ever ready to defend All sums up to make One hell of a stubborn boyfriend.